Memories, pressed between the pages of my mindMemories, sweetened through the ages just like wineQuiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the groundLike golden autumn leaves around my feetI touched them and they burst apart with sweet memoriesSweet memoriesOf holding hands and red bouquetsAnd twilight trimmed in purple hazeAnd laughing eyes and simple waysAnd quiet nights and gentle days with youMemories, pressed between the pages of my mindMemories, sweetened through the ages just like wineMemories, memoriesOf holding hands and red bouquetsAnd twilight trimmed in purple hazeAnd laughing eyes and simple waysAnd quiet nights and gentle days with youMemories, pressed between the pages of my mindMemories, sweetened through the ages just like wineMemories, memories, sweet memoriesMemories, memories